How now should we handle these water lilies?One stone could break the sunset. I’ve a mindto skip rocks, glide into a wade, feel beneathwith my bare feet, and leave you on the shore.For night tiptoes, then jumps, weighing dusk in;we’ve not much time, and this, is to my advantage.In love, woman are ahead, and men behind; as luckwould have it, I am to be far beyond reach. I think I may dunk into the blooms atop, and like a seabirdsail under you, as breaths waft alow heavy eyes. Though by your height, your breath this late evehas a clear path straight to my soul’s window.

It’s going to be a busy week
and I’ll be travelling a lot
So I’ll not mind so much
if the weather’s not as hot
London now it’s Monday
Southend on the morrow
Then Lincoln Thursday morning
returning Friday when I’ll borrow…

I can walk the world in the Heronswood,
I can walk and talk with the horticulturists
and the nature gods. I can meet with cultures
I never knew, the Thalictrum, the Fuchsia,
the Phlox, the Hakonechloa. With my fingers
I can brush the Bishop’s Hat, with my toes

I caught a glimpse of Spring
on the ground the other day
as a host of flowering crocuses
gathered there to say
that the sunshine’s getting warmer
so it’ll really not be long
before the sound from every meadow
is the voice of Springtime song